Hidoko

The light pours from the windows

Illuminating every creases and folds

Of the uniforms, the girls' pleats

And the lamps overhead brightly lit
 
 

There, in the middle of it,

I sit;

Just fnished my work and the bell has rung

On her shoulder, her bag she flung
 
 

She left, and silently we wait

For the other teacher, though most won't cooperate

Some left the class for the wind

Others went to the cooler for a drink.
 
 

Here I sit, feeling bored,

Watching as some boys fought.

Some sitting and doing homework

And one guy practising to be a flirt.
 
 

It's a wonder, or a fault

That a single lone class ought

To contian such different personalities

Some like jewels, others like fleas
 
 

Some laughing and some joking

Others meddling with people's things

The monitor, being bold

Chatting with a boy, to whom I'm cold
 
 

Understanding always fails

When I wonder why are they so jovial

When their lives are so short

Nothing to do but sit and rot
 
 

Why they never break the rules

Though they're like the bacteria of the flu'

Unlike me, bad to the highest

Using my brains till I'm the mightiest
 
 

Though I'm not as bad as I used to be

Not wearing badges and from the discipline mistress I flee

Belt too high and skirt too short

Wishin for all mothers to abort
 
 

With the heart of Lucifer

And with a brain which is always blur

Messed around in the adoration room

Plucking of flowers that has bloomed
 
 

I didn't care for the world

Even the angels' wings unfurled

Yet I was so much happier then

Even when from the adoration room I was banned
 
 

Now I wish I can go back in time

Telling jokes and making poems that rhyme

But God never seems to hear my prayer

He was cruel-- He made me care.

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